It’s a world where the created procreate

The produced reproduce and the living believe

In the existence of the immanent invisible

Where money spells honey and peak for milk

And those who lie rely sometimes on even the

Same names they have slain or betrayed.

Where the unbeloved still love

Where charm harms

Where talents lay latent

Where the needy are not needed

Where conscience is nonsense

And the gullible believe the incredible

Where intolerant tyrants enter the power tower

And the masses ask no questions but grow resistant to existence.

Where religion is profession and goodness is business

And the philanthropist asks for a trophy

The grown groan, live or leave

Life has strife, but in the funeral parlor

All men are cremated equal…..

Thursday 6th October 2005, 11:50am, Asaba,
(HE Love Jacobs Aludo)

With Love from the Humdinger.

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